It is love
pure and pristine in beauty
Landing on the moon
the man fell in a swoon
for mankind it is a boon
an achievement in tune
a small step to him
a giant leap to his team
the world looked with awe
as he took the moon stone raw
an enthrall it was to all
as he blew the whistle in a call
well, moon holds a delight
displays a pristine blue flawless sight
it is an adventerous episode
which still rolls out a holdTh
many more explorations have followed
yet the initial one rocks with a glow.
The moon peeps through my window
as I set the head on my pillow
I stare at her devouring her beauty
she returns it with a glare pretty
the whiteness is pure without a blemish
it was a flawless hue all whitish
I lie down contemplating quietly
the moon shines lavishly
I refrain from closing the window
for fear of losing the picturesque glow
how long I was like that I do not know
A spacious house it would be
if designed with an eye on an alibi
of halls opening into corridors
of long passages with massive doors
in turn letting to a vivid grass
where long stretch of rose beds cross
rooms with windows on opposite sides
promoting ventilation without any slide
holding furnitures of teak and rosewood
decked with inlays of mother of pearl in a brood
While the doors execute a chaste reference
the windows induct a brisk inference.
as the walls stand out with murals
of value and tradition describing the medieval
fittings of light exude a warmth and rectitude
adding up the grace and glory with a beautiful. attitude.
Leaves bright and erect
talks about weather correct.
Leaves green and shining
tells us of the binding.
Leaves fluttering and jostling
invite us to a celebration dazzling.
Leaves possessing medical ingredients
grant us a cure for most ailments.
The disposable we talk of now
were seen in leaves years before.
Sitting by the river.
Saw a gold-fish.
It bade me near
and expressed a wish
Startled to hear a goldfish speak.
I got down into the river.
The fish came up in a wink
and asked me to come closer.
Enamoured by its charm
I got closer and closer.
It took me by my arm
and looked at me like a lover.
Lovingly I held the fish
in my palm
Stuttering it spoke about its wish.
in a voice calm.
The speech was so low
I missed it mostly.
The fish jumped into the flow
What did it say? I think .
Would it have said anything worthy?
Unable to decipher, I blink.
Well, that is the end of the story.
Motivation is a hot topic nowadays.
Speakers talk about it all through the day.
Cast a glance around over the meadows
you find cows loitering behind their shadows
Grazing through the grass in a nonchalant mood
they propose a let go attitude all for the good.
Take another look on the lush green grass
where a flock of sparrows are exploring the trash.
They peck and pick big and small worms in scores.
Further down the lane getting into the urban
track the crows that fly around the dust bin
diligently collecting material out with a din.
You could see many more motivational illustrations
once you view nature with the right perception.
The peacock went up the hill in search of prey.
The peahen was preparing a broth in a pot of clay.
The peacock came dancing through the gateway.
Swinging this side and that side as if in a sway.
The peahen looked at the dance.
Excited it fell into a trance.
Waking up cast a glance.
Lo! the broth was burnt beyond chance.